Japanese Slippers

Down at the shell shed the boys are pickin' at their pearls 
  The hole in my mitten lets the rain get in 
  I bought 22 ounces from the petrol park, waiting at the light 
  I'm never gonna make it back in time 

  So Geraldine and me can begin 
  Before Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers comes creepin' in 
  I sit with the fan on my face and sip shandies all day 

  I learned to sleep standing up so I don't have to make the bed 
  No tobacco for my rolling papers, warm water in my cup 
  I'll have wait all morning 

  Before Geraldine and me can begin 
  Before Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers'll come creepin' in 

  Loaded up with turkey carpets and green glass diamonds 
  I drove back and forth for five long rolling moons 
  And everyday and every night I thought of back at home 
  And I couldn't get the notion out of my head 

  That before Geraldine and me could begin 
  Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers'd come creepin' in 
  Everything is always a little late 
  Trippin' on those Japanese slippers seems to be my fate 

  It was my job to cut down all the poplar trees 
  And I'd sit on the stumps and listen to the finches 
  And look out at the field and eat honey out of the jar 
  And wonder why it always seemed 

  Before Geraldine and me could begin 
  Mister Raymond and his Japanese slippers would come creepin' in